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Do they have radios in heaven?
I hope they do
'Cause they're playing my song on the radio
And I'm singing it to you
If they don't have radios in heaven
here's what I'll do I can bring my guitar when my time is up and I'll play it for you.

very screwedly, i can't play the bloody guitar for nuts. but hey, i can always dream i do. just realised what kinda screwed up life i've been livin. makes you wish that you could have done something about it when you actually had the god damned time. but procrastinate and procrastinate and you end up permanently creating this void that can never be filled. you end up screamin regret in your dark, empty hell hole called 'room' and drown yourself in fuckin tears. but hey, cry me a river. god won't bleed for you and no one else would. so you can either slit your wrists and taste your own salty mixture of blood and tears, or you can continue living your life tryin to make things right. i chose the latter. and now i face each bloody day tryin to rectify everything wrong. (rectify. its such a bloody ugly word. like. rectum.)

but problem is... its so damned hard.
its too damned fucking difficult.
to face people, to face myself. what's a boy to do. i'm just a kid.

nietzsche said.. god is dead.